Transmigrated into a villainous guide who picks up bargains, a useless person is transformed into a

Sha Ling naturally sensed the approaching powerful aura as well. He scoffed lightly, for to him, one or two made no difference.

The dense array of ice spikes turned sharp and surged towards Yan Mu in a devastating barrage.

Yan Mu stood firmly in place, even smiling provocatively.

Suddenly, a two-meter-thick crimson serpent sped up from behind him, and as it approached, its thick tail swept across, smashing all the ice spikes to pieces.

The ice crystals shattered, and only after the moisture completely dissipated did Xizelu's figure slowly solidify.

He positioned himself diagonally between the two, and the three of them stood in a perfect equilateral triangle.

Clearly, the three of them each held their own views and none of them wanted to talk to the others.

Xize Lu frowned slightly. When he arrived, he was wondering who the blue-haired sentinel was, that he could actually fight Yan Mu to a draw.

He still had some doubts when he discovered it was him.

After all, the information states that he is an F-class officer.

He broke the silence first: "He can't be killed, I'm taking him back to the police station."

These words were clearly directed at Sha Ling, but before Sha Ling could move, Yan Mu burst out laughing. He raised his chin and said sarcastically, "Do you understand now? Those with official titles protect those with official titles. You, go cool off somewhere else."

Xize Lu's eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "I was ordered to arrest you, not to protect you."

Yan Mu is blind, but he is absolutely shameless.

"Is there a difference? You still have to protect me; you can't let me die."

Amazed by Yan Mu's sophistry, Xize Lu's handsome face scrunched up in a meme-like expression. "Shut up, come with me to the police station now, your business isn't over yet."

As he spoke, he reached out to grab Yan Mu.

Seeing that the other two had already teamed up, Sha Ling was determined not to let Yan Mu leave. He flashed out like an arrow and swept a kick at Xize Lu's face.

Xize Lu deftly dodged, his gaze darkening: "What are you doing?"

Sha Ling didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and raised her hand to deliver another vicious punch.

He remembered the information he found online very clearly: this Xizelu was an ungrateful wretch. He was saved by his wife, but instead of being grateful, he protected the assassin who tried to kill her.

In his view, once you become a sentry, you should wholeheartedly and dutifully protect the guide; this is a belief etched into the bones of a sentry.

But these two, who are supposed to have "titles," are both unqualified: one is heartless and the other is arrogant and ruthless.

Extremely bad!

Faced with Sha Ling's fist, which was as big as a casserole dish, Xize Lu had no choice but to fight back. However, he still didn't understand why Sha Ling was so hostile towards him.

The two had never met before, and he had never interfered in Lu Weiliang's private life.

The battlefield became polarized, with one side fighting fiercely while the other watched the spectacle with their arms crossed, occasionally hearing Yan Mu's comments.

"Second brother, you're no good. You can't even beat a mistress. They're both SSS-level. You're not even as fast as the mute."

"Tsk, did you have too much blood drawn when you were a kid? You're weak now?"

"No, second brother...you..."

Xize Lu's face was so dark it could drip water. In the midst of his busy work, he roared in a deep voice, "Shut up! I'm not called 'Second Brother'! Lu Weiliang and I keep to ourselves. I don't interfere in her private affairs."

He then looked at Sha Ling: "I have nothing to do with him, we're not familiar at all. I was just ordered to arrest someone this time. I have no interest in knowing about your affairs, and I don't want to get involved. After I finish my official business, you can do as you please."

Whether she truly believed those words or was simply too lazy to argue any further, Sha Ling suddenly stopped.

He glanced at Yan Mu sideways, then turned and left.

Actually, it was just dawn in the east, and he should go back to make breakfast for his wife.

Xizelu's gaze followed the disappearing figure, then turned to Yan Mu: "He hates you."

Yan Mu stiffened almost imperceptibly, then gave a bitter yet nonchalant smile: "It's normal. I sent people to kill Lu Weiliang."

……

When Sha Ling returned to the fourth floor, the eastern sky was already beginning to lighten.

He couldn't fall asleep; with his eyes closed, his mind was filled with the words the two men had exchanged.

He didn't actually think about the meaning behind their words; he was simply envious that they could talk.

He couldn't participate in that tense scene just now, and his muteness made sign language useless. He was truly at a disadvantage, and the more he thought about it, the more upset he became.

If only he could speak, at least he could argue with them.

Sha Ling was lost in thought and didn't notice that his wife had already gotten up.

After Lu Weiliang finished washing up, she walked around but still couldn't find Sha Ling. She thought something had happened to him, since he was always at home with her every Sunday.

She gently pushed the door open a crack, poked half her head in, and said in a soft, low voice, "Lingling, are you sleeping in? I put your breakfast in the incubator. I have something to do today, but I'll come back to keep you company at noon. Be good."

The room was completely silent. Lu Weiliang slowly closed the door, but before she could even step out, a strong arm suddenly reached out from the previously empty doorway and pulled her back inside without a word.

Lu Weiliang exclaimed "Ah!"

Immediately afterwards, a pair of large hands suddenly gripped her waist.

Sha Ling knelt on the ground, her arms tightly wrapped around Lu Weiliang, her face buried in Lu Weiliang's soft belly, her nose rubbing against her, greedily inhaling her fragrance, as if only in this way could she feel at ease.

He held her very close, as if she would fly away if he let go.

Even if Lu Weiliang is oblivious, she can sense the change in Sha Ling at this moment.

She gently stroked Sha Ling's hair, her voice incredibly soft: "Sweetie, did someone bully you? Or are you in a bad mood?"

Sha Ling slowly raised her face, revealing a pair of wet, deep blue eyes, staring at her intently without moving.

Lu Weiliang didn't break the tranquil atmosphere, gently stroking his hair with her fingertips.

The warmth of her palm spread silently, as if telling him: if you want to speak, then speak; if you don't want to speak, she will stay by your side and never press you.

After a long while, Sha Ling's arms, which were wrapped around her waist, slowly loosened their grip and began to gesture slowly.

I want... a formal title.

Upon hearing the system say this, Lu Weiliang replied without hesitation, "Give it to me, give it to me right away. I'll buy you an identity card immediately, and once the ID card is issued, I'll marry you right away, a proper marriage."

In Lu Weiliang's view, Sha Ling had always followed him, and even did the dirtiest and most tiring sewer work without complaint, so she should give him a proper status.

After spending a long time together, she realized that she had also developed some feelings for Sha Ling.

Moreover, she had planned long ago that on the day she faked her death, she would take him with her if he agreed.

Lu Weiliang was thinking slowly when she arrived at the Imperial Ministry of Commerce. She didn't know how she managed to break free from Sha Ling and get into the flying car, but judging from the small red mark under her lips, it must have been very difficult for her to escape.

The three major departments of the Empire invited Lu Weiliang to discuss the spokesperson matter. Originally, Lu Weiliang wanted to bring Sha Ling along, but the Ministry of Commerce was very close to the dog park. She planned to return the card after the discussion, and it would be inconvenient to bring Sha Ling, so she left him at home.

The three ministers were arguing in front of the grand gate.

There was a huge disagreement about who should stand in the middle and who should go up first to shake hands.

Finally, the Ministry of Culture and Tourism was chosen by drawing lots. The other two ministers were all rude and sarcastic.

"Let's try again. His spiritual body has the ability to see through things."

"Start over, my foot! Didn't you see Director Lu is here?"